Even before Lu Shu threw his clothes into the washing machine, he could bid farewell to his top. Just holes alone took up much of the shirt but as for his pants, it could still be worn.
By the time he finished inspecting the seal of lands, he saw Lu Xiaoyu holding on to yarn and needle with a confused face. She was trying to mend his pants, having already mended one. But however you looked at it, the patched up parts looked rather ugly and crooked.
Little fury was on her head as if they were already very familiar and this scene gave Lu Shu a warm, fuzzy feeling.
This house was feeling more and more lively.
